[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"If there's anything, Mr. Zemo, you can tell me, maybe I can help too? You know, I've lived here since I was a child—" Peter said hurriedly.

Zemo didn't know what Peter had misunderstood, but it must have something to do with the foreign immigration thing.Well, it is true that Zemo has not yet obtained a US green card, but to be honest, he is not worried about this at all, why should he worry about it?

"No, Peter, thank you for your concern. But seriously, it's time for you to go to school, look, you're going to be late—" Zemo pointed to his watch, trying to close the door.

Peter's hand got stuck in the crack of the door in time, which made Zemo stop.

"You look terrible!" Peter said, he looked a little agitated, but after a few deep breaths, he stared at Zemo, bit his lip, and softened his breath. "Don't stay up late for too long," he said softly, "it's not good for your health."

Zemo felt helplessness spread all over his body, what could he do?For such a kind and caring child?

So he also softened his tone: "Listen, Peter, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, okay, I—can I come to your house for dinner tonight? I may not have time to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables today."

Peter suddenly became cheerful: "Really? I will tell Aunt May, and she will definitely agree! If you don't have time to go to the supermarket, I will buy your favorite barbecue-flavored cornflakes when I come back!"

"Yeah yeah," Zemo interrupted Peter's babbling about to start again, "so you see, there's nothing to worry about, I'm starving, I'm going back to get a sandwich, and you gotta go to school too, right No, goodbye Peter."

Zemo closed the door, and Peter didn't have time to stop him this time. The expression on his face remained the same as before. After a while, his cheerful expression gradually disappeared, and he changed into a confused look.Zemo behind the door took a deep breath, drank all the iced milk, and slowly sat down on the cold hard chair.

One month.

Zemo told himself he'd have to leave in a month at most, the first Hydra he was planning to find lived in Iowa and was a fucking farmer, the second Hydra he needed to find Snake lives happily in a villa in London, England as a collector of cultural relics, and the rest live further afield.He can't stay here for too long, maybe he will die there in a few months.Or maybe he's alive, but definitely not in Queens, New York.

Zemo pulled out his sandwich, which was disgusting.No matter how much he likes the neighbor's family or that boy, he has to face parting, because he has more important things to accomplish, he thinks, he asked for it, he is willing.

About 5 minutes after Peter left, Zemo got up to drive to work, when Peter sent another message-

"Mr. Zemo, I'm still going to the gym today! I've gotten a lot stronger recently!"

Zemo thought for a while before replying with a short sentence.

"That's great, congratulations."

Work was as boring as ever. Zemo tried to catch up on sleep at work, but because the surrounding environment was not comfortable and safe, he couldn't really fall asleep. In the end, he just closed his eyes and rested. curl up.

What kind of metaphor is this?It sucks, he said to himself.

Things didn't get any better until the afternoon.But obviously God was not going to let him relax. Just when he was about to get off work, he suddenly saw a suspicious figure appearing on the monitor.

Habitual sensitivity made him notice the person immediately, and then he found that the person made a more suspicious action - he glanced left and right cautiously, and then stretched his hand towards the button of the emergency communicator.

Even an idiot would know something was wrong with this man, and Zemo grabbed his phone and coat and rushed out of the guard room to the elevator.

After pressing the password, he loaded the pistol, slowed his breathing, and took out the pocket knife he carried with him.The elevator door opened, and the laboratory was brightly lit, but silent.

Who else would know here?Zemo asked himself quickly, but quickly put the question behind him, and he watched the movement around him vigilantly.His breathing was almost silent, his footsteps were the lightest, he looked around, his hands were tightly leaning on the gun beside him——

left!He noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and immediately rolled over to the other side. At the same time, a series of gunshots sounded, and several bullet holes appeared on the ground where he was originally.Zemo therefore immediately judged the intruder's position.

He crawled for cover at the lower level of the steel steps, directly below the intruder.He was alone, Zemo thought, and without help, he couldn't carry much ammo, and it would be a good choice to spend his firepower and fight him hand-to-hand.

Zemo felt the footsteps of that person resounding above his head, and his feet on the steel stairs made the stairs make a dull vibration. Under the extreme tension, he held the gun in his hand tightly and held his breath. .

The man walked down, he didn't see Zemo, and the moment he turned his body back, Zemo rushed up.The man noticed, but his reaction was not fast enough—far from fast enough. Zemo easily restrained him and pinned him to the ground. Zemo pressed his knees on his stomach and his left hand restrained his hands. , with a pistol on his forehead.

"Who are you?" Zemo asked. "Who sent you?"

"Who are you. He. Mom?" The man asked through gritted teeth. His English pronunciation was not very standard, with a strange and vague tongue-rolling tone, which was the intonation of Sokovian.Zemo's hands tightened subconsciously, which drew a curse from the man.

"Are you from Sokovia?" he asked calmly.

"Yes." After the initial panic, the man suddenly smiled strangely, "I'm from Sokovia, New Yorker."

Then without warning, the man struggled violently. His hand broke away from Zemo's hand, but he didn't attack Zemo. He just grabbed Zemo's hand that was holding the gun and was about to retreat. Put his forehead against the muzzle of the gun.

"And we'll never forget!" he growled, pulling the trigger.

The gunshots were still echoing in the base, Zemo's hand was still frozen in place, the man's body had fallen down, a small bullet hole was in his forehead, and there was not much blood, he still kept his eyes open The appearance looks distorted and terrifying.

Zemo blinked, and he slowly put the gun back in place and stood up.